IM SORRY,
I HAVE LOOKED FOR
THE GOODNESS IN MYSELF
AND I HAVE FOUND
NOTHING.
I AM DONE WITH THIS WAR
FOR PEACE.
IT HAS ONLY MADE DEATH
CRAWL INSIDE OF ME.
MY PALMS ARE TOO HEAVY
AND I AM DYING.
I'M SORRY.
THAT I HAVE DECIDED TO
STOP
FIGHTING.
.
i am awake
still as the sunlight
peeks through
the closed
curtains
and hits my
face
and eyelashes.
i close my eyes
and try to move
away.
but
it
will
not.
i sit up then.
looking at this
small beam.
it's on my chest.
and when i stick out
my hands
that are too big.
and they look
almost
beautiful
when they are
bathed
in
the
early
morning
light.
i could see
my veins.
illuminated by the
sun.
the blue snaking
up my arms
intertwining with the tattoos
that litter my skin.
there is a cross
on my hand
and i don't understand
why
i
got
it.
i think it was some
sort of
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
